Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.